Angry Pants and the Sex Addict

Matt's POV:

"Brian!" My voice calls out.

The sheets are soaked. My head whips back and forth. Brian is nowhere to be found. It had all been a dream.

Disappointment floods my veins. My frown etches deeper into my cheeks. I had honestly hoped that I'd find Brian here with me.

Shaking off the bummed out feeling I climb from the bed. I head into the bathroom. Doing my business I walk over and turn on the shower.

My boxers fall to the floor. I step into the shower. The heat of the water does nothing to lift my dampened spirit.

Even if I did run into Brian today there's no saying he would listen to what I had to say. I'd happily leave New Orleans after Brian listened to every word I had to tell him. Hell I didn't even know where I would begin to start. All I know is that I had to try.

Brian's POV:

Matt is in New Orleans. All I could do is hope that I didn't run into him. I'm still shaken up from that kiss.

Willow's question twists and turns in my head. She really was the cutest like girl. Still I had to wonder, what five year old asks a question like that?

I decide to stay in my hotel today. The Hotel Monteleone has this awesome bar I have yet to check out. It's a Carousel Bar.

The Carousel Bar actually rotates. For those not in the mode for a spin there's always the lounge. The lounge has floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlooking Royal Street.

My feet take me down to the bar. I'm more than a little surprised. Matt is sitting on one of the stools at the bar.

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